And this, Lucy, is why you don't start getting a crush on the evil bad boy frat brother just because he gave you the best sex of your teenaged life. Before you know it he has you playing with knives, doing drugs, and confessing all your secrets which he'll probably tell all over campus. All their parts were like an 18th Century cautionary Lifetime movie -- something along the lines of "Mother, May I Sleep with (Lord) Murder?"
I feel so bad for her, she's probably all of seventeen and he's what? In his late twenties or early thirties? He's a twisted monster with all sorts of class and race